Truck Stop from Cicala by Quinn Cicala

i’m at a truck stop in oklahoma. i was feeling real down so i thought i would call you and warn ya. the payday’s lookin tighter than i thought so i might need some money if you want me to get home this month. all this time that i bought well it doesn’t mean a thing to you. i was at a taco bell in california when i thought i felt a change in my brain about all my goals. feels like i haven’t slept for weeks and the only time i move is when i get on my feet. i’m always bored so i eat and i haven’t figured out how to settle the score yet. i might fall in love with carolina. i could never really leave only short weeks when i need to go. find someone i like enough and live off the land as much as i can but it’s rough. it’s always the end and the never comes oh no it don’t. i’ll be at a rest stop in minnesota when i figure out what i’m doin, what i’m doin. what am i doin? what am i doin?

• Folk
• alt-americana
• indie
• Atlanta